I rushed to the stadium, being lighter than the wind and not feeling the slightest strain. The waterfall of adrenaline was looking for its way out and found it in the run. Without slowing down, I took off along the track, still completely empty stadium. Powerfully. Easy. Quickly.
And thoughts flowed in my head... like the Volga: wide, confident, and inescapable.
"And " THEY" are right... I'm a good choice. I'm really smart, I know history well, I'm well-read, I have a lot of experience in various areas of life, I'm quite honest and quite cynical to apply all this in the right way. I prefer good to evil, but I can do both if necessary. I agree that the end justifies the means, but I am still ADEQUATE when choosing goals. I love my country, but I really see its shortcomings. I want to live
